BlueOpossum's Dream Journal

Morning of January 17, 2017. Tuesday. In my goal to strengthen my online journal against the fallacy of “dream interpretation”, I have, to the best of my ability, clarified this entry and recompiled the underlying meaning and root influences. I am alone in an unfamiliar car in late morning, though which is implied to be my dream self's car. I am parked near the center of the parking lot of Skogen

Morning of November 18, 2016. Friday. I am wandering through an alley in an unknown location in semidarkness during an unknown time. Along the way, I gather fishing tackle, spoons (or Dardevles, commercially) from the ground and put them on a display which I carry somewhat like an umbrella, perhaps with the intention of selling though my focus is not that clear. Over time, what I am carrying appears somewhat like a miniature television ant

Morning of May 30, 2016. Monday. My wife Zsuzsanna and family as we are now are visiting a fictional country that somehow is near Jamaica and apparently made up of a few islands. I am not sure of the name even though I think I might have heard it a few times in my dream. There seems to be a great interest in it as if we may also be living there for a time.
There are numerous scenes but only a few that stand o

Morning of April 5, 2015. Sunday. Most of my dreams of today had various levels of lucidity, but some are too abstract to relate correctly. Being "inside" abstract forms is sometimes very comfortable, other times bland and uncomfortable (almost strenuous, in fact). I am in a typical unconscious state of being aware of needing to have my body on one side or the other, a certain number of minutes on each si

Morning of April 29, 2007. Sunday.
My wife and I are in a long alley and apparently spending the entire morning and afternoon shopping at a second-hand bookstore (which seems to have the only entrance from the alley), which seems to have several copies of the same books. (Most of the dream seems to be taking place outside of the makeshift bookstore, though.) All of the books are older paperback novels, it seems. My wife Zsuzsanna is lo

Morning of February 9, 2002. Saturday. It is very late at night and I think I may be in an alley in the main part of the city of La Crosse (though I am living in Australia at the time in real life).
I am with an unknown male. He may be a homeless person, though I am not certain if I am implied to be homeless. We seem to be trying to keep a small fire going on some sort of long metal surface that is mostly thin

Morning of July 17, 1997. Thursday.
I am walking around and finding things in an alley (possibly in La Crosse) near where people from businesses usually put things in or near a dumpster (recurring). This seems to be taking place late at night. I find computer disks and books (including comic books and magazines). There is also something later on about visiting pawnshops or book stores when no one is there. However, at one point, I run from

Morning of November 23, 1974. Saturday. This was not that clear of a dream (that is, not that vivid regarding dream self awareness). I wander into an area near a small city in possibly another country (possibly in the Middle East though this is not certain) and it is very narrow even though there are many tall commercial buildings. Everything, including every building and structure, is "unrealistically” narrow, almost as if it was